Which way the wind blows—a storm came into view. We could see it: dark, massive, and unmanageable. It took our breath away. Our fearless leader gave us hope. In a minute, April became the end date. Until then, use bleach, get a shiny light. A TV personality imitating a pastor blew into the microphone. We woke up the next day—the blowing didn’t work. No masks, no shot. Surely, War of the Worlds Part 23 had arrived. Just around the bend, we saw relief: four years over. WAIT, WHAT IS THIS? A party invite only, held at his old job location. Climbing the walls, they had on war/fighting gear. Anywho, another shot of dopamine known as Jan 6—that shot was almost pure. We survived. Once the Jan 6 anger began to cool, WAIT, WHAT IS THIS? Four years of legal issues, court battles. YES, more uncut dopamine. Folks fired. Fox has been touched by the MACHINES. Meanwhile, Trump has perfected untruths: felon, rapist, documents, voter fraud (candy girl judge removed the entire government docs). WAIT, W...